What an interesting topic, ‘shadows’. It’s literal meaning can be explained in science terms: Shadows are formed when an opaque object or material is placed in the path of rays of light. The opaque material does not let the light pass through it. The light rays that go past the edges of the material make an outline for the shadow.
Then there is the way in which the term shadow has been applied. As a metaphor it is used in different ways to depict the colourless nature of something, or a lesser than whole e.g. story, self, truth. It can powerfully depict and emphasise messages, which can be seen throughout some of the prose and poems shared.
We explored different themes that were conjured up with the use of the word ‘shadow’. What does ‘shadow’ conjure up for you? It provides a good opportunity to journey somewhere within yourself where you would not otherwise visit. We don’t often know the reason for themes arriving, however they do, so often good to explore.
Hope you enjoy the expressions this week and please feel free to leave any comments or expressions of your own.
Next week’s word is ‘frame’. I wonder where that will lead us?
Hope to see you there.
I come in one colour
I have no memories
bias, prejudice or hate nor
laugh, cry or pontificate
you can’t make me reply
I can’t show you
I’m sad or depressed
angry or distressed
as your shadow
I don’t care
what you wear
I can’t decipher
what is wrong
or what is right
I live my life
as a replica
small long or distorted
depending on the light
I’m only your reflection
I don’t have a mind
I’m just a shadow in time
As a shadow
I can’t see me
I’m just cast
as a facsimile
of who you might
seem to be
that’s the way
meant to be
light doesn’t choose
what it wants to be
your eyes tell
the colours you see
close your eyes
I still exist
dance sit or run
sharing your fun
all you want
you can’t hurt
injure or destroy me
remove the light
I’m just your shadow
so let me exist
without your prejudice
She looked out the window, searching for a memory nothing looked familiar.
Just a distant knowing about the sun, from the shape formed behind the big old gum.
‘It must be morning’ she said one day, with a smile from what her words did say…
‘Now about the spot on your lungs’ the doctor said, she replied with certainty ‘I’d like to dance instead’.
With music now more a distant sound, she’d rather ‘dance on,’ with her feet on the ground.
When the man from next door appeared at the door, his 5 O’clock shadow confused her, for sure.
With her blinds drawn, at the end of the day, thin shards of light formed a subtle spray.
Darkness deepening, her fears now creeping in…
A magnetic pull of her jumbled thoughts forms a shutter in her mind that distorts.
Closing down anything new, that could penetrate or break through.
Blocking life from her reach, no sound or waves from her favourite beach.
When the dark befalls, there’s no response to the calls.
Huddled in the corner, nothing like her former.
Sitting in her own mind, waiting to find, ‘please be kind’…
The nurse arrives…
Notices food left on her plate, ‘you have to eat your dinner dear’ she states.
And her heart bleeds as she can see, the woman is a shadow of what she used to be…
TLaB 20th June 2022
Can it act independently? Or is it joined on? When I move it moves with me Sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller I like the shapes it makes It can look skinny Or tall Or dumpy Which brings my smile The sun or light Tells a story with shapes and movement
I wonder what it would be like to be one…
To be the shape of someone or something else When I am still When the universe is moving I would not like complete darkness though As I would disappear I like to keep moving I prefer to be noticed I feel part of something Connected… Yes connected
I have another, which is invisible It guides me When I ignore it, I feel uncomfortable When I listen to it, I feel more vital I move through each day with it It is with me I feel it I am connected with it Yes connected…
(NRS) 20th June 22
There are five of us you see Two brothers, two sisters and me Mother calls, wash your hands Tea is nearly on the table
Washing up is next, Flicking the tea towel is so tempting, Not wanting to be in strife Reluctantly, we find our best behaviour
Changing to pyjamas, rush to the sitting room Mother appears from the kitchen Father in his chair, smoking his pipe He stands to turn on the wireless
The music begins, it’s very eerie Cuddling closer to my brother I see my father with a grin A voice calls out Chapter 22 of…
The Shadow Strikes Again!
He’s our superhero Darts here, darts there Along the alleys through the streets Fast and furious, always our protector
The Shadow with just a blink Sends the villians off to the clink He’s the superhero of the town Leaves the sheriff in a whirl
As we head off to bed, we hear, Stay tuned in next week When we have another enthralling episode of… The Shadow Strikes Again!